Wednesday, August 31, 2011

In this horrific situation I have somehow stumbled into, it would be a godsend to know that I wouldn't have to worry about my heartbeat pounding too loudly that my precarious hiding place would be given away.

Long had I abandoned the valley behind my house. Now I had stolen myself away into the dilapidated old park that has long since been taken over by trees and weeds.

I admit I live in a very decrepit neighborhood. If something isn't falling apart it's being consumed by the vegetation.

"Come out little puppet wherever you are... hiding is only making my blade hungrier..."

My eyes follow the voice directly to the hooded freak slowly wading his way through the knee length grass.

Getting closer and closer to me.

"Wishing you'd listened to me now eh?" I hear Marionette whisper next to me, his eyes fixated upon the freak slowly approaching.

"Between either choosing a demented game of hide and seek or slowly going insane from this maniac's constant rambling, I'd have still chosen this." I think and he smirks.

"Most likely if you had stayed put he would have attacked you within your room. And if he had you'd most assuredly have been fucked."

I roll my eyes sarcastically.

"Like bringing a stick to a knife fight." I reply a tad matter-of-factly.

"Exactly."

The attacker slowly makes his way passed me.

"WHaT ArE YOU DOinG???"

I twitch. Each word that Dummy growled shot through me like a silver bullet laced with morphine.

Of all the times for him to appear...

"We are TRYING not to get killed here." Marionette replies coldly and Dummy casts him a stare that could not even describe the depth of rage it withheld.

"BEgone MArioNeTTe." He hisses and thus Marionette was gone.

He looks to me.

"WhY aRe You hidINg?" His words echo like hollowpoints within my head.

"Like Marionette said, trying not to be killed. Because in case you didn't know, I'm allergic to things cutting me open." I answer, trying my damnedest not to show my fear for him.

"WeLl Have YoU evEn ThOUght AbOUt KilLinG The FUckEr?" He queries and I look away.

I had.

His face splits open with that malice laden smile.

"He'Ll JuSt keeP coMing BACk If You Don'T..." He whispers into my ear.

I violently shake my head.

"I... can't..."

He leans in closer, "WheN hE FiniShes YOU, WhaT MakeS YOU thinK He Won'T gO AftEr You'Re LoVed onEs?"

My breath quickens, the freezing air stabbing into my throat and lungs like a million broken needles.

Friday, August 26, 2011

I raise an eyebrow at Marionette. The last couple of days we have somehow become a sort of team. Always sticking together. Maybe I'm still unconsciously too scared to be alone. Maybe I'm just that far too gone.

Whatever if is we're stuck together for the time being.

"Have you noticed that He appears to be alot more pissed off at us than usual?" I ask him.

"I doubt He would just take Ragdoll's manipulation of Him without getting at least a little pissed."

I look at him for a brief second, let out a breath then walk over to the window and pull the blinds aside, revealing a flood of tendrils clawing angrily at the glass.

"I'm thinking He may be a little more than simply 'pissed'." I reply and drop the blinds.

"Why doesn't He just go after Ragdoll?" I continue before shutting my mouth. Unfortunately my idiotic statement had already been spoken, and Marionette spent no time jumping upon the opportunity.

"Because Ragdoll IS you dumbass. He can't kill her because she technically doesn't exist. You though, DO exist. So He just kills you and turns you into a macabre tree ornament and kills the rest of us as well. It's the only way."

I cast him a blank stare. "Okay, now can you put that in a folder and label it 'Shit I Already Know'? For fuck's sake Marionette, We have more pressing matters to deal with at this particular moment."

And thus I see that classic sneer slit open his face.

"In actuality, YOU have pressing matters to take care of, I just work here."

I perch myself on the edge of my bed and stare at the shadows cast from the tendrils outside weave and swirl like a strange kaleidoscope nightmare.

"Why doesn't He just appear in here like he always does?" I say, mostly to myself.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Such a mournful straightjacket I have been stitched into. Mentally impaired by the straps that locked my arms in place. Physically altered by the countless imperfections that are sprouting by the dozens upon my decrepit flesh.

Like heinous goosebumps they protrude like weeds. Ripping through my flesh like the decadent drug injected through the tip of a needle.

Speaking to Marionette is the equivalent of making out with a mouthful of razors.

Strangely contradictory to what most sane people would take from this statement, I find the thought spine tingling in the most exciting of ways.

Marionette doesn't know how much I need his company right now.

Long do I fear the moment I stumble upon Ragdoll of the Slender Man once more.

Long do I fear that moment I figure out just what 'Dummy was Here' means.

I can feel in crawling just under my skin.

Something happened to me, something violent. And I am slowly finding myself unconsciously finding joy in the pain and repentant suffering of all those around me.

My eyes stare into the fleshy sockets where His should be. My mind begging for a reason. Any sort of possible explanation as to why he finds so much interest in ripping my psyche apart piece by fucking piece.

I find myself wishing I just gouge my eyes out so I no longer have to see Him stalking me.

To feel that ounce of relief.

To be free.

I've been given multiple hands. I've been given many promises of shoulders to lean on. And by god do I want to believe that I can take those hands wholeheartedly. To lastly rest my head and know I wouldn't be judged if I just break down right there.

But I don't know how.

Whatever happened when the Slender Man first got a hold of me... He gave me a mask to wear. A mask of strength. To throw all fear aside no matter what stands before me and fight.

I want to wear it to the point that it's no longer a mask.

I want to destroy the walls of fear that have been constructed within my fragmented mind.

To free myself from it's hold and stand forth before the rising storm. And withstand anything He or anything else wishes to deal me.

Monday, August 22, 2011

I can feel the warmth of the sun beating down upon me like a heavy blanket during the fourth of july.

Yet again my head threatened to crack open should I open my eyes.

I groan.

"Five more minutes..."

I could practically feel his snarky grin rip open across his face.

"Glad to see you aren't a vegetable mate."

I stop a moment. My mind grinding through everything I could remember the last few weeks.

"That might be THE first time you have ever said something to me without insulting my intelligence... on that note..."

I blindly sit up, burying my eyes behind my hands before slowly peeling them open within the shade.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" I ask.

A dry laugh.

"Aren't You?"

A chuckle echoes somewhat dead within my throat.

"Touché..."

A moment of silence as I rub my ever aching eyes. My head attempt to beat itself out of my skull.

"Unlike most people, you tend to bounce back from the brink pretty easily."

I take a breath and remove my hands from my eyes, the beaming rays of the sun painting themselves against my retinas like a thick coat of pain.

"Unfortunately I'm not like most people." I respond, reeling from how the light had hit me harder than I had thought.

Marionette crouches down next to me, a true look of concern etched upon his face.

"Do you remember the last few days?" He asks and I close my eyes and desperately think back.

"No."

He sighs and looks off into the trees.

"Should be for the better. No one should be ever have to be forced through what happened to you the last couple of days..."

I look at him. Taking a long moment before finally opening my mouth.

"What happened."

He looks back to me, a look of sadness within his usually angry eyes.

"He split your mind again. This time ALOT more severely than the previous times."

I sigh and rub my neck.

"Explains the headache." I reply nonchalantly.

His expression hardens and he looks me up close. He looked weak. Which looking back at what happened to him... shouldn't come as such a surprise.

"Are you alright?" The words echo with another emotion I would have never expected him to possess.

Worry.

"Considering the fact that I have had my brain fucked with once again, and I have also woken up in who the fuck knows where AGAIN without a clue as to what's happened or how long I've been out AGAIN. And also having this monstrous headache beating into my skull with a flat iron AGAIN. Yeah I'm perfectly fine."

His brow furrows, creasing the lines on his face further.

"You seem... different."

I cast a dark glare into his eyes.

"Maybe I'm learning to accept the situation I'm in, rather than fight every fact."

I didn't mean to inject so much venom into that statement. nontheless I did. And Marionette felt the sting.

He stands up.

"Just watch out for yourself..."

And with that he's gone. Replaced by my shadow, staring back at me.

"What are YOU looking at?" I growl at it before heaving myself to my feet. The gravel beneath me digging into my palms as I lift myself up.

A stain of red upon my chest catches my eye. Sparked with curiosity, I lift up my dirty t-shirt and a scowl slowly crawls across my face.

"What the fuck is this?!?!?"

I seethe as I look down at the words 'Dummy Was Here' scrawled haphazardly into my flesh.....

I'm perched on the edge of my bed, basked in darkness, I had not yet replaced the lightbulb to the only lightsource within my room but had instead fallen back on using a flashlight to navigate.

"Rain... Rain... Go Away... Come Again Another Day..."

True to her maddening singing there was indeed a storm raging outside. Heavy gales bending the trees. Brief snaps of lightning enveloping the room in a bright light before retreating back behind the safety of thunder's tremendous clap.

"Rain... Rain... Go Away... Come Again Some Other Day..."

"SHUT UP!" I finally scream and send my fist driving into the wall. That spike of anger sending waves through my body, making me evermore rigid and tense.

A giggle echoes from the darkness, and I feel a small form of Ragdoll sit herself upon the edge of my bed. Smiling victoriously up at me.

"You are fucking annoying." I growl at her and her smile widens.

"You should lighten up, today is a monumental occasion..." She declares happily and I feel an eyebrow raise.

"And why is that?" I ask simply. Though knowing her... I was surprised I had the courage to even ask.

I see her features grow darker... more insidious...

"Today I get a baby..."

A long silence..... fear begins to crawl up my spine.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, unable to come up with a better query.

She stands up and her smile becomes almost inhuman because... well she was.

"I thought you were more clever than that Puppet..." She teases and suddenly glances into the darkness behind me.

"He makes angels too..."

A Flare goes off in my mind. And I whip around to see a tall shadow standing opposite of me. I could hear a steady thrum sounding within the air just by seeing it.

My blood turned to ice.

It moves forward.

I throw my hand out for the nightstand on my side of the bed, my fingers wrapping around the handle of the heavy black flashlight.

The thrum increases in intensity.

I quickly point the flashlight towards the shadow. And as my mind screamed for me not to prove EXACTLY who I knew it was...

I thumbed the switch.

And a blast of light explodes from it's tip, bathing the room in a dim white light.

Revealing the tall suited monster almost sliding towards me.

I could hear Ragdoll's insane laughter scream into my ears. The thrum growing so much in intensity I could feel it in the air. My body was frozen. My eyes locked onto the sight of the monster before me. Strange black, spindly vines beginning to bleed from his back and move determinedly towards me.

I was screaming but my mouth didn't move.

He was getting closer.

WHY CAN'T I MOVE!?!?!?

Ragdoll just stands their pointing and laughing at me.

I feel the first of the contorting tentacles brush my wrist.

And a spark goes off in my brain.

Suddenly the door to my room is kicked open and I hear Marionette's voice roar,

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING PUPPET?!?!? MOVE!!!!!!!!"

A quick stutter in the thrum emanating within the atmosphere and I manage to grasp at my only chance.

I rip myself away from the hypnotic grip of the Slender Man, a single flash of lightning casting an outline of my desperate escape out the room and into the hallway.

Ragdoll sounded a howl of rage as Marionette slams the door shut.

"Thank you, if you didn't show-"

He throws me a look of disbelief.

"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION YOU'RE IN????"

The door rattles as something heavy collides with it on the other side. And Marionette grabs the knob with both his hands and pulls with all his strength.

"RUN!!!" He roars and without another ill-advised word I take off down the hallway, heading straight towards the front door.

An explosion and right as I round the hallway and reach the living room I hear The thrumming return even louder than before.

I didn't stop to look at what happened.

I launch myself over the couch and tear the front door open, kicking out the screen door as I take one glimpse behind me...

And see Ragdoll staring at me with eyes full of hate, Marionette's endless scream sounding from within the hallway behind her.

I hear a shout slip from my mouth as I turn tail and throw myself out the door, the sudden impalement upon the millions of raindrops cascading from the darkened sky sending a shock through my system. While also drenching me to the bone within seconds.

I hit the ground running. My feet slapping the pavement one after another, splashing through the overwhelming water.